By Cal Garrison a.k.a. Mother of the Skye
Our New Years’ Eve Horoscopes are coming out under the light of a Scorpio Moon, just as Mars crosses the Pisces-Aries Cusp. I find it interesting that just as we enter the New Year, the planet that governs the male principle, and all of our most visceral, war-like responses, is stationed in limbo, right at the point where the snake meets his tail, smack dab at the center of the Alpha and Omega point of the Zodiac. The fact that President Trump just pulled all of the U.S. troops out of the Middle East would seem to be part of this. On more than one level, it feels to me like we are at a reset point, where life is playing spin the bottle and what happens next is anyone’s guess.
Using that as my excuse I have decided to ease up on things and give myself a New Year’s break. My workload has been overwhelming. My mind has done so much heavy lifting in the last 12 months, I am flat out exhausted from the business of dissecting the stars week after week. If that is hard to believe, the problem with being a working astrologer is that you morph into an astrological vending machine, and if you’re not careful the blood and guts of the human being who lives inside, gets flattened out like a piece of roadkill. When that part of you is no longer alive enough to supply life to your moving parts, you turn into a Zombie. Being a Zombie astrologer? Spare me; that is one trap that I do not want to fall into.
So if you don’t mind, I am going to skip the long introduction and take this week off to resuscitate my inner being, pour some life into my guts, haul the vending machine in for an upgrade, and figure out how to hit the ground running so that I can be 100 percent on by the time Epiphany rolls around. I wish all of you the very best for 2019 and I invite you to take what you can from this week’s ‘scopes.
